Malevolent

Part Twenty-Two: The Finale

"When you feel a hard pull on the rope, start pulling me back", Mike ordered Samantha.

He had a rope hugging his waist. It was so tight that it could ban air from entering or exiting Mike's body if pulled. The other end of the rope was lying in between Samantha's hand.

She seemed hesitated but she had a perplexing look on her face that Mike couldn't solve. A look that could make Mike take a double take before doing what he's intending on doing.

"What's with the look?", asked Mike as he checked if the knot was tied firmly.

"No-Nothing. I'm just scared", Samantha replied. The rope in her palm almost fell but she tightened her grip around it, squeezing it like a sponge.

"Fear is for cowards. I told you, stand in front of your deepest fear, this way, fear has no power", Mike said. He became wiser than he ever thought he would be ever since his determination grew.

Samantha nodded and lowered her eyes toward the broken ground almost as broken as Mike's heart for his family. Samantha raised her head and buried her eyes into Mike's.

They were hot-red as newly fired coals, burning Mike from the inside out the longer he stared at them.

She had the look of malice. The look of grudge. The look of intrigue.

Mike's soul almost flew away from his body but something inside of him tightened its grip on it. He couldn't move his eyes away from her as if he's being hypnotized but his will power made it possible to gain strength.

He wished he didn't look away.

As soon as Mike's eyes weren't fixed on Samantha's anymore, the door behind him opened wide. Luminous shine produced from it with the ability of blinding a naked eye but Samantha didn't bother to shield her eyes from it.

Then, Samantha's leg collided with Mike's chest making him flying off the ground to the other dimension.

The door behind Mike closed. He's trapped now in a world where torture has no limits. In a world where the flames' temperature is unbearable. In a world where everyone meet their doom, meet their faults, and meet their worst nightmares.

This is a world where forgiveness is absent from the vocabulary. This is hell.

Mike got up with a yelp escaping from him. He brushed his clothes even though he knew they weren't filthy. He turned around and saw nothing but complete darkness with a gleam of red. A gleam of fire.

He was alone in hell. Nothing could save him now, but when he turned around, he realized that he was mistaken.

Crowded would be an understatement if one would describe what he's seeing. People, dead people, coming from different directions and different doors walking in the same line heading to a certain point they were all intending on reaching.

Mike looked over his shoulders and saw the most horrifying view he could ever see. Hell was worse than he ever thought it would be. It can't be described in words, and it can't be described if seen too.

It was indescribable.

But what Mike had seen was a person with melted skin dripping as a trail behind him as he walked. The heat of the flame could melt rocks if possible.

The noise was loud. Even though no one was talking or busying their mouths with words, noise seemed to come from every corner of the world, buried under piles of stones.

Behind that person was another person with a skulled head and boney arms. She was walking in a limp because a part of her left leg was shattered.

No one seemed to notice Mike. No one seemed to notice anyone. All what they noticed was the door they were heading to, but they were clueless of what's waiting behind.